your refreshing lust,
always hidden, in the haze,
while my crooked cheer,
scrambles in your shade,
i strain to see through, to a trust i know,
i strain to see through, to a trust i know is below.
Im off this path now, im off this path leading nowhere,
Im off this path now, im off this path leading nowhere.
Your waking grace,
always twines what I crave,
while my crooked lure,
leaves me burnt and slaved.
to strain to see through, to a trust i know,
i strain to see through, to a trust i know is below
Im off this path now, im off this path leading nowhere,
Im off this path now, im off this path leading nowhere.
Im home, off this path leading nowhere,
im home, off this path leading nowhere.
im home, off this path leading nowhere,
im home, off this path leading nowhere.
im home, off this path leading nowhere.
im home, off this path leading nowhere.
im home, off this path leading nowhere,
im home, off this path leading nowhere.
cause her lines arent straight,
and the colours wont blend
yeah her lines arent straight,
and these seams wont mend,
yeah her lines arent straight,
and the colours dont blend,
cause the lines arent straight,
these lines arent straight.